Ten minutes earlier. Aboard the Defender Light Corvette, cruising through hyperspace en route to Coruscant.
The corridor pulsed with the low hum of engines. Jin-Woo walked casually down the hallway, hands behind his back, flanked by Morgan le Fay and a still winded Qui-Gon Jinn. The Jedi Master's breathing remained steady, but it was clear he was still recovering from the duel.
Obi-Wan approached, brow furrowed with concern. "Master… what was that back there? That man—he fought like a Jedi."
Qui-Gon nodded slowly, his tone thoughtful. "I don't know. But that fighter… he's been trained—deeply trained in the ways of the Jedi arts. I could feel it. There was… familiarity."
His eyes shifted to Jin-Woo . "And you," he added dryly, "must you always mock your enemies? Must you always be the spark that starts fires wherever we go?"
Jin-Woo raised both brows innocently. "Mocking? Me? About what?"
Obi-Wan didn't flinch. "You called a lethal assassin with a lightsaber a 'Brooo' and told him he 'sucked.' What do you think happens when someone like that decides to track us through hyperspace just because you couldn't keep your mouth shut?"
Jin-Woo shrugged with a faint grin. "I'm sure everything will be fine. Besides…" He gestured casually down the corridor. "We're already in hyperspace on our way to Coruscant. Little late for regrets, don't you think?"
Morgan chuckled quietly, shaking her head. "You really do have a talent for making chaos look like comedy."
Qui-Gon exhaled, half-exasperated, half-thoughtful. "Jin-Woo, I might need your chaotic wisdom after all. It seems you know what's really going on."
Jin-Woo gave him a sideways glance. "My mind might be infectious to you. You sure you want to risk that?"
Qui-Gon nodded, lips tight. "Every time you act, something unforgettable happens in this galaxy. The Daughter, for instance—a being you once claimed to be a god—manifested just after you pulled one of your insane stunts. You even forced Abeloth into a state worse than death through one of your… infectious methods. Methods I still don't fully understand."
Obi-Wan blinked. "Wait, there's a woman here on this ship with Anakin and his mother… she calls herself The Daughter?" He glanced between them. "You're saying she's a god?"
Before anyone could answer, feathers shimmered into existence midair—drifting down in spirals. With a quiet rush of divine light, The Daughter reappeared, stepping through the swirl of feathers as if walking from another dimension. "Please," she said calmly, her presence serene, "stop calling me a god. The title isn't needed. Just call me… The Daughter."
Obi-Wan turned to Qui-Gon and whispered out the side of his mouth, "Should I bow, Master?"
But before Qui-Gon could answer,
The Daughter looked toward him, her voice still even. "We don't do that here. And I'm sure we won't in the future either."
There was a quiet moment—just the hum of hyperspace in the corridor.
Then Jin-Woo finally spoke, his tone careful, deliberate. "What you fought, Qui-Gon… was a Sith apprentice. A very well-trained attack dog. Though I'm surprised that dog hasn't realized yet—his master? Has an even older master above him."
Obi-Wan frowned. "Wait… Jin-Woo, are you suffering from the same kind of dementia as Senator Palpatine? Because that didn't make any sense."
Qui-Gon rubbed his beard, thoughtful. "So… if that attacker is a Sith apprentice, then he must serve a Sith Lord. That much we've concluded. But what you're saying…" He looked directly at Jin-Woo. "Is that his master… also answers to someone else? A greater Sith?"
Jin-Woo nodded slightly, offering a nonchalant shrug. "Yeah. Something like that."
Obi-Wan stepped forward, jaw set. "Then we must report this to the Council—warn them that the Sith have returned."
Jin-Woo gave a short laugh. "Yeah… and they'll dismiss it. I mean it."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a holorecording, handing it to Qui-Gon. "Even with this—footage of your fight with that mystery attacker—the Council will still be themselves."
Qui-Gon accepted the device, his fingers brushing over the projector lens. "Thank you, Jin-Woo. But I think you underestimate the Council far too much. I believe this will change their point of view."
Jin-Woo turned, walking off with Morgan beside him. But before disappearing around the corridor, he glanced over his shoulder. "We'll see once the results come in," he said dryly. "But I still believe they're the retards of the old."
Then he vanished down the hall, his cloak trailing behind him in the dim corridor light.In the cargo section of the Defender Light Corvette, the hum of hyperspace was a distant lull beneath the warm chaos that suddenly engulfed Jin-Woo.
Without warning, a tight group embraced him all at once—Elena Daru, Talon, and Rey in her human form. The two Twi'lek sisters stood out clearly: Elena's skin a calm blue, Talon's a bold crimson. Even Morgan leaned in from behind, folding her arms lightly around his shoulders.
Jin-Woo stood still in their arms, letting out a quiet sigh. "You all seriously do this every time I walk into a room?"
"You're the core of our gravity," Morgan murmured near his ear. "Get used to it."
His eyes scanned them briefly—until they landed on Rey. A thin scar ran diagonally along her cheek, faint but fresh. It hadn't been there before.
"You got caught off guard," Jin-Woo noted, raising a brow. "Even though you're immortal."
Rey gave a pleased, almost feline purr and leaned against him slightly. "Shouldn't I get a reward? I managed to leave Maul in a more horrible state than when I found him."
Talon grinned and folded her arms, shooting Rey a teasing look. "Oh yes. You really showed restraint. You only summoned a forty-meter corpse titan to crush him. Very modest of you."
She tilted her head toward Jin-Woo playfully. "What happens if Maul dies? Will our Master be angry?"
Jin-Woo smirked, brushing a strand of hair from Rey's cheek. "If that happens," he said calmly, "then Maul simply wasn't worthy of our attention anymore."
As he touched her cheek, a soft pulse of shadow mana rippled from his fingers, washing over the faint scar. It vanished instantly—skin restored without a trace. Rey's eyes flickered, pleased, though she didn't speak.
Then Jin-Woo turned his gaze toward Talon. "Our master would be angry, huh?" he echoed her earlier words. "Isn't your master is already here?" He gestured to himself. "Me. Your master… and husband, Talon."
Talon blinked once—then gave a small smile. "Right you are, Master," she said quietly. "But still… why choose me? I'm not like Morgan, who ruled England for six thousand years. Or Rey, who's… compatible with your power. Who fused with it."
Jin-Woo stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her head, resting it there with a certain warmth. The weight of command—and care. "That," he said, "is exactly why I'm here." . "I'll train you personally. You're not there yet—but you will be. I was surprised you already picked up the basics… though I can tell they're Rey's teachings."
Jin-woo glanced at Rey. "She trained you in my original style . Not as a Force user.."
He looked back to Talon, eyes steady. "That foundation? you're learning how I built it now ."
As the moment settled, everyone gently released Jin-Woo from the embrace. Morgan, Rey, and Elena quietly moved to the side of the cargo bay, finding a comfortable spot near the crates. With a flick of her hand, Morgan summoned a faury cake—delicately laced with mana—and passed slices to Rey and Elena, who took them with quiet amusement.
Jin-Woo didn't comment. He ignored them for now, his attention locked on Talon.
He sat cross-legged on the metallic floor—and Talon mirrored him, settling in directly across, face to face. "I want to see how much Rey has trained you," Jin-Woo said simply.
Talon gave a short nod. Her face grew serious, her breathing leveled. Reaching out with her hand, she extended her focus—and the Force stirred. Several objects in the cargo bay rattled. Then, with a sharp tug of [Force telekinesis], she pulled them from the far side—tools, a fuel cell, and even a datapad. But one piece—an equipment case—came flying a bit too fast. It angled straight toward Jin-Woo's head. Before it could land, Jin-Woo's mana flared silently around him. The objects froze mid-air, suspended , before gently falling to the floor without a sound.
He looked back at her with a smile. "You need to concentrate," he said. "Feel exactly what you want to pull. Don't let the power wander."
He leaned forward slightly. "It's passion. You need to feel it in your bones.
Talon, eyes gleaming with mischief, extended her hand again. This time, her focus sharpened—not brute force, not haste. Just feeling. Just intent. From behind a stack of crates, a small, hidden box slid free. It floated gently toward her, wrapped in a faint shimmer of Force energy. As it hovered into her palm, the lid popped open—revealing a delicate, preserved flower nestled inside.
Talon giggled, cradling it like treasure. "I am a prodigy, Master. Yaaaay~" she teased, waving the flower with theatrical pride.
Jin-Woo couldn't help but smile. "Sure are," he said softly. "You really do learn faster than average."
Talon's expression turned a bit more serious—but her excitement lingered in her tone. "Master, can I learn how to duel next? I really want to be more useful to you."
Jin-Woo nodded. "That's exactly what I want too. But first—we raise the challenge."
He gestured toward the floating flower still resting in her hand. "How long can you keep things like that hovering? Show me."
Talon leaned in, flashing a sly smile. "I'm confident I can keep it up… as long as I'm with you, Master."
Minutes passed.
Jin-Woo began guiding her through the core forms of Jedi lightsaber combat—Form I to Form VI. It was slow at first. Talon, unlike Rey, didn't have the same rapid assimilation. She made mistakes. Her grip faltered occasionally. Her posture leaned too far forward in some stances. But she was eager—burning with determination.
Unlike Rey, who possessed a Force Dyad link with Jin-Woo, Talon's learning was more grounded—slower, but earned. Rey's accelerated growth was unnatural, a byproduct of that Dyad. It made Rey absorb techniques and knowledge like lightning—but it also carried fragments of Jin-Woo's arrogance, the same pride that had shaped him across countless battles. To Rey, Jin-Woo wasn't just a master—he was salvation. So, naturally… she imitated him.
But Talon was different. Her growth came through sweat, not shortcuts. As the training deepened, Talon raised both hands and reached out with the Force. A nearby bo staff rattled, then lifted into the air, drifting into her waiting grip. Jin-Woo did the same—his own bo staff gliding to his palm, crackling faintly with his mana-infused aura. He took a stance, then tilted his head toward her.
"If you manage to hit me, Talon…" Jin-woo said, voice cool and calm, "I'll give you your own lightsaber."
Talon's lekku twitched with excitement, her red skin faintly flushed with anticipation. "Yes! I will do my best, Master!" she said eagerly, planting her feet and gripping the staff with renewed focus.
Jin-Woo's smirk deepened. With just a flick of his fingers, his own bo staff—still suspended by telekinesis—whipped through the air and tapped her lightly on the forehead.
Talon blinked, flinched, then scowled. "Hey! That's cheating!"
Jin-Woo only chuckled. "Right now, I don't want to hold any weapons. You'll have to defeat me using only telekinesis… with your own bo staff."